Chapter 1

Our garage is separate from the rest of the house, about 50 feet from the back porch.

For years, it had been an area where we stored stuff we would never use again, along with a few garden supplies.

I had taken up running a few years earlier, but found I needed a good place to cross-train and to work out in the wintertime.

The garage became mine since we had too few rooms in the house to make an exercise room.

It took a while to clean the place, four or five months. I worked on it after work, on days off, and vacation days. A lot of old, unused stuff went into the garbage from that garage.

Once all was said and done, I had a treadmill, exercise bike, yoga mat, hand weights, and an elliptical machine in the garage.

A heater, a couple of extra lights, and a tablet to watch shows I might be streaming at the time completed my setup.

Hubby had his hobbies, I had mine.

Naturally, I continued to run outside, using the garage for days, and I cross-trained or did some light yoga before or after a good run. I rarely used the treadmill, even on frigid days. Quite simply, I did not like running on the thing.

Eventually, the garage became a second home to me. By this time, Hubby and I were at the point where we were coexisting. Meanwhile, our daughter had reached those independent teen years where we rarely saw her between school and staying at a friend’s house.

I felt good spending time alone in the garage before or after a good workout. I even rearranged the garden tools to my liking and used them as a workspace for yard work.

Some friends of his gave us a new bed one day. Instead of sending the old one to the curb, I “temporarily” set it up in another garage corner. There were quite a few days when Hubby would be out working late, so I would spend the day in the garage working out or working in the garden, then sleep in the bed in the garage. It had become the ultimate she-shed!

Whenever I was in training for a marathon, I would tend to work out every day. Running days were done five to six days a week, seven during the plateau. The other days consisted of cross-training.

Most of my cross-training was done on the exercise bike, though once I set up the garage, yoga and hand weights became more consistent exercise tools.

I work mid-shift, so my workouts are usually done in the morning. Sometimes, they are done early in the morning.

I had my system set up for about two years and was getting into quite a comfortable routine. I start my run in daylight, do some cross-training afterwards, and then set off for work.

It was not a perfect life, but it was very livable.

It was late spring. I finished my latest marathon a few weeks ago, with my sights set on two fall marathons. However, it was still too early to train for those, so I used this month to keep in running shape or do local shorter distances like 5 Ks or 10 Ks.

On this morning, I ran for 4.5 miles. I usually walk after my runs, but I had done a poor job checking the weather report and was caught by a “surprise” morning storm.

I managed to race into my garage a few moments before the storm hit.

The neighborhood lit up, and a crack of thunder sounded almost immediately. I heard a small scream outside the garage and peeked out to find a girl attempting to shelter herself under the awning, with little success.

“Come into the garage where it is dry, if you want,” I said as the rain drenched her further. She looked at the sky, to the road which now contained sizable puddles, then nodded and went to me.

“Thanks,” she said as she dripped on the dirt garage floor. “That caught me by surprise.”

I grinned. “Me too.”

She looked over at me, then took a quick look around the garage. “You’re that lady who runs about every morning, right? I’ve seen you pass me a lot of times when I’m on my way to school.”

I told her I was.

“You’re Shelly’s mom, too, aren’t you?”

I told her I was.

She took another look around the garage. “Looks like you have a lot of other workout stuff here, too.”

I nodded. “I like to try to keep in shape.”

She smiled. “It works! I think you’re adorable, and many of my friends say so, too.”

I blushed slightly.

I had noticed her, too, on her way to school. She was a doll, with straight dark hair that went past her shoulders, smoldering, squinting eyes, a cute little overbite that gave her a perpetual pout on a complete pair of lips that always contained a wry smile. She also had a pretty little body, which she never seemed afraid to show off in either little shorts or a skirt, both of which always seemed to show off a delicious rear. And always, she wore a shirt that showed off her tummy. There were times when I marveled that she was allowed in the school with that dress, but I certainly was not one to complain.

“Thank you,” I stumbled out.

She smiled. “Do you think we could run together sometime? I’m not that fast and mainly do it for fun, but I love running.”

“I would love to!” I spoke. “I’m not that fast, either.”

She grinned. “I’m May,” she said, sticking her hand out.

“I am June,” I said with a giggle, shaking her hand. “You are also drenched.”

May looked down at herself. Her shirt and skirt were dripping with water. “Yeah. I didn’t think it was supposed to rain today.”

“I have a heater and some extra shirts in here if you want me to dry your clothes and have a shirt to wear.”

She smiled and nodded. “Thank you!” she said, pulling her shirt off. May certainly was not a way one.

I had only seconds to marvel at her body before she put on one of my old running shirts. As I had said, she had a cute little body. I had no idea how old she was, but I guessed she was either a first- or second-year student in high school. Her budding little breasts had a nice tan line around them, her bush looked well-kempt, and she had a beautiful little behind.

Alas, it was hidden very quickly under that large shirt.

I kicked myself internally. I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Here I was, checking out some teenage girl, for Pete’s sake. People got in serious trouble for that shit!

After donning the dry shirt, I put on a large t-shirt, peeling off my running shorts and sports bra. I then put a couple of dry towels on a couple of chairs I had set up in the garage. She took a seat with a smile.

“I like the setup,” May said with a smile, looking around the garage.

“Thank you,” I said. “It needs work, but it works for me.”

The rain was coming down out there. I apologized for not having a car to drive her to school – I had never had a car, so that was out of the question. She shrugged. “I only had a couple of classes today. I can make them up online or something.”

She stood and looked at my gardening supplies. I noticed the perfect imprint of an ideal behind the towel she had been sitting on.

“I hope you don’t think I’m being nosy or anything,” she said, returning to her seat.

“Help yourself and look around all you want,” I said. “Honestly, nothing exciting in here.”

She smiled and looked around. “I think it is very comfortable.”

We exchanged small talk for a while. The rain continued to pour.

She asked me a lot about running and what kind of distances I ran, and her eyes got wide when I mentioned I ran marathons.

“I want to run one when I get older,” she said. “I might look at doing a half, though. Think I am old enough to sign up for one of those. There is one in town, isn’t there?”

I nodded and told her about one that ran on the local recreation path, out six and a half miles, back six and a half miles. I had run it more than a dozen times.

Stepping out of my comfort zone, I offered to train with her. May readily agreed.

She pulled her phone out of her purse and, after a couple of moments, proudly said she was signed up for the race. We high-fived each other.

“Does your husband run?” she asked.

I shook my head. He had never shown any interest, nor had he shown any interest in my running exploits. Whenever I had a race outside of town, I relied on a friend to drive us to the race. It helped that all of my friends were runners.

I asked if she had a boyfriend and if he ran.

She shook her head. “I...” she let her eyes down. “I don’t like boys,” she said quietly. “Sorry,” she added quickly.

I told her she had nothing to be sorry about, that it was not her duty to like boys, that it was her right to like anyone she wanted.

She sighed. May said a lot of kids made fun of being gay or lesbian or whatever, and that many times the tags were used as insults. “Sometimes I wanna come out ... But I am afraid.” She let out a long sigh. “Kids can be mean,” she said.

I nodded. I remember when I was a kid. Things have not changed much in recent years.

“Unfortunately, adults are no longer understanding,” I sighed.

She tilted her head. “Do you like girls, June?” She curled her legs under her on the seat, looking at me intently.

I sighed. Sometimes, I was not sure, I told her.

I have already said things had not been going great with Hubby for several years. But as my disinterest in him increased, my interest in other men did not improve much. I worked with a few beautiful men, and some good-looking men often came into the store. Many of them flirted with me, but I was not interested. Being with any man during the last few years did not interest me.

I had thought a few times that I was losing interest in sex completely. But I knew that was not true. I still masturbated a lot.

Whenever I needed a visual aid, it seemed like increasingly, my visual aids had to do more with women than they did with men.

I was bisexual, maybe I was losing interest in men altogether. Honestly, I had not thought of it at all.

May looked at me intently while I explained this to her. I am not sure why it was she that I unloaded all of this upon, but she was a fantastic listener. Occasionally, she would interject something, but most of the time she listened intently, nodding occasionally.

“It’s OK to give up for a while on sex,” she finally said. “But you shouldn’t give up on love. It...” She thought for a moment. “It makes you feel needed, wanting to love or love someone. And wanting someone to love you or loving someone.”

I sighed and nodded. It made sense, I told her. But love and sex could just be so frustrating and complicated.

She smiled and shrugged. “But sometimes, you just gotta say fuck it and fuck, right?” she asked.

Before I could answer, she leaned over and kissed my lips.

It caught me by surprise, and I gave a little start.

She pulled back. “Shit, I am sorry. I am so sorry! I just thought ... you would like it...”

I cleared my throat. “I did like it, May. I loved it. It just ... it caught me by surprise. And ... don’t you have school?”

She pouted. “You’re trying to get rid of me.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

She smiled. “I already put in for an absent day. Like I said, I only got a couple of classes today, and I can pick them up online later.” She let out a long sigh, looking at me longingly. I felt my heart go pitter-patter. My stomach was in knots. “I am sorry. I thought ... I thought I caught a vibe with you, but I am not good at reading stuff like that.”

“May, you are one of the sweetest, cutest girls I have seen out there,” I blurted out. A big grin hit her face. “And there is not a boy ... or a girl who would not love to be with you...”

“Have you been checking me out, June?” she asked coyly, biting her lower lip and looking at me through fluttering eyelashes.

I grimaced a little bit and gritted my teeth. “No, you are so young and...” No. That did not feel right. I let out a sigh. “Yes, May, I have been checking you out. Like I said, you are cute, you are smart, you are charming. You are also young enough to put me in jail.”

She giggled, then bit her lower lip again. “Only if people know.”

I looked into her eyes for a moment. Damn it, she had pretty green eyes. They were shining. I felt my heart beating a little bit faster.

She tilted her head again.

She looked at me.

She leaned towards me.

She stopped her face about an inch from mine.

I could feel her hot breath brushing over my face. It was driving me crazy.

There was another crack of thunder.

She gently put a hand on my knee.

She gently pressed her lips against my lips.

She gently parted my lips with her lips.

She gently parted my lips with her tongue.

My tongue met her tongue. Our tongues wrestled playfully in our mouths, our breaths growing deeper.

Breaths from her nose glided over my cheeks, slightly moving some hair around my face.

Breaths from her mouth went into mine, tasting like honey.

Her lips were soft, wet, and inviting.

She sighed as we kissed.

She shuffled in her chair, moving closer to me. I did the same.

One of her hands now rested on the outside of my upper thigh. She moved the other to the outside of my shoulder.

For moments as we kissed, I nervously balled my fists in my lap. Then I moved one hand to the small of her waist, my second hand falling on the other.

Our tongues slipped and slid over each other, our breathing growing heavier and heavier with each moment.

She moved her hand from my shoulder to the side of my neck, brushing my hair from my skin. Her lips followed, tracing up and down my neck as my lips parted, and I sighed, satisfied.

Her lips had my mind swimming.

She kissed my neck under my chin, then moved her lips to the other side of my neck.

She let her lips drift from my neck, tilting her head and looking me in the eyes. “You are a great kisser, June!”

I smiled back. “You’re not bad yourself, kiddo!”

Our lips attacked each other again.

With a giggle, she pulled her lips from mine, standing from her chair, reaching her hand out for mine.

Without a word, I took her hand.

Hand-in-hand, she walked me to my yoga mat, spread in a corner of the garage floor.

May turned to me, taking both hands into hers, looking at me. Her lips met mine again.

With satisfied sighs, we both melted to the garage floor, onto the yoga mat, kissing passionately.

With both lying on our sides, wrapping our arms around each other, pulling each other closer.

Her lips moved to my ear, nibbling my earlobe, taking it into her mouth, suckling on it gently.

I gasped in pleasure.

I held her tight.

She held me tight.

Our kisses ceased. Our passion had not.

We stared at each other in the eyes for several moments.

I kissed her forehead. I kissed her nose.

She giggled softly.

Our lips met again.

Our tongues met again.

We kissed passionately for several minutes, our bodies pressed together, our hands wrapped around each other, holding each other.

With a giggle, she got up on her knees, looking down at me. She bit her lower lip. I loved it when she did that.

She pulled the t-shirt up over her head.

My breath was taken away.

I sat down on the floor and removed my shirt.

My insides melted as she looked me over, a smile on her face. I could see lust in her eyes.

“You have an incredible body, June,” she whispered.

I smiled. “Yours is ... simply delicious,” I returned.

May blushed and smiled. She looked between my legs. “You shave?”

I nodded. “It keeps me from chaffing while running.”

She nodded. “Makes sense. Practical. And sexy. I love that I can see your mouth and your lips like that.” She looked between her legs. She was still kneeling, so I could only see the tuft of hair between her legs. “Maybe I should do that.”

“Might not be a bad idea, if you want to run longer distances,” I answered. “Just be careful and don’t cut anything important! It kinda sucks, trust me.” I smiled. “But I think yours is very sexy.”

She blushed a little bit more. Her eyes roamed my body. I let my eyes wander over hers.

She had that perfect, young teenage body. Not an ounce of fat. Not the slightest wrinkle nor fold. Just that young, perfect, healthy glow.

With a little giggle, she sat in my lap, her legs on each side of my waist. She wrapped her arms around me, putting them on the backs of my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her, as well. We looked into each other’s eyes.

She smiled. “I am happy you invited me in,” she said. “It sounds terrible out there!’

The rain was still pounding on the roof. I felt like my heart was beating just as hard.

“I am, too,” I said, pulling her closer, her breasts brushing against mine, our hard nipples brushing over each other.

She sighed, satisfied, and leaned in to kiss me passionately again. My lips happily welcomed her.

I could feel the heat of her vagina, inches from mine. I could feel the heat of my vagina, echoing from her body.

Our lips parted.

She looked down.

She moved one of her hands to one of my breasts, cupping it, my nipple stiffening in her palm. She gently squeezed it, caressed it.

“I’ve never been with another girl before,” she whispered, still looking down.

I shrugged a little. “Really, neither have I,” I answered.

She smiled. She looked into my eyes again. “I like you, June.”

I smiled back. “I like you, May.” At that moment, I felt like I could have dropped everything to be with that girl for a long time. I thought I had nothing to lose, but she already felt incredibly special to me. I brushed the hair from her eyes. “Nobody can know about this,” I said. “At least for a few years, when you’re older.”

She smiled. “That is OK with me. I can keep a secret!” she said with a giggle, leaning in to kiss me passionately again as her fingers explored my breasts.

My fingers explored hers in return, as she let out a small, delighted, sharp gasp at my touch. As our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, I let my fingers dance over her budding breasts, so soft, so delectable, so perky. Her nipples stood at attention. My fingers gently pinched them. She let out a small, delighted squeak.

Our lips parted and I leaned over, leaning her back slightly while holding her body in my arms, my lips finding her nipples and taking them into my mouth, sucking on them with hunger. She let out a delighted breath. Her hands found the back of my head, caressing the back of my head lovingly as I sucked on both of her nipples with the love of a child with her mother.

She returned the attention, as she flickered at my nipples with her tongue, open-mouthed, her breath making them stiffer as it mixed with her saliva. I let out soft moans of encouragement and delight.

Her hands now roamed the small of my back as she licked my nipples, she running her hands up and down my spine, her fingers moving over my skin like a piano player.

I could feel the heat from her vagina growing warmer.

I could feel the heat from my vagina growing warmer.

I lay her flat on her back, attaching my mouth to one of her breasts, sucking on it wildly, softly pressing her stiff nipple between my teeth. She groaned in delight, moving her head from side to side.

Her eyes fell on the spot on the yoga mat where I had sat only seconds ago. A little puddle had collected on the mat.

“Oh, June! Is that from your pussy?”

I glanced over and giggled. “It is sweetie.” I wrapped my lips around her breast again and continued sucking.

“I never knew it got that wet!” she sighed. “I thought it was just in movies and stuff!”

I popped her breast out of my mouth and kissed her on the lips. “I am very wet for you right now, sweetie,” I breathed into her mouth.